Report to the president, Mr. Ben Miao does not warm the bed

As if unable to breathe.

She panted heavily, trying to make herself more comfortable, but the more she was like this, the more she could feel the thinness of the air.

Finally, she began to lie limp on the bed, no longer struggling.

Xin Ziwen leaned on her body, kissing her tender skin, when she felt abnormal, Xin Miaomiao was almost out of breath.

Xin Miaomiao couldn't cry, she was happy to die, and when she cried, her body would become weaker and weaker, and her body would become weaker and weaker.

Xin Ziwen knew this all along, but because Xin Miaomiao seldom cried, she rarely had the chance to do this. Xin Ziwen was suddenly stunned when he saw Xin Miaomiao curled up with a pale face.

He got up in a panic: "Miao Miao?"

He wanted to comfort her, touch her, and make her not be so nervous, but when he stretched out his hand, he saw the exposed skin on Xin Miaomiao's neck and arms covered with bruises and dark red, so he withdrew his hand in fright. .

No matter how tender the skin is, it is impossible to turn purple just by touching it. Xin Miaomiao will become like this. He knows that he must have lost control of his emotions just now and used too much force.

"Miao Miao? Don't be afraid, breathe slowly, breathe slowly." Xin Ziwen felt a little remorseful, he never thought of hurting her.

But even so, Xin Miaomiao's breathing was still getting weaker and weaker, as if some ghost was sucking her popularity at this moment, bit by bit...

Xin Ziwen was scared.

Regardless of his disheveled clothes, he got up from the bed, and just as he was about to take his mobile phone to call the ambulance, he felt footsteps outside.

His whole body was tense, looking at the door, someone was talking outside the door.

"Aren't the lights all on here? Why don't you open the door?" It was Xin Furong's voice, but it could be seen that she didn't come alone.

"Maybe she fell asleep." It was Ru Mengqi's voice.

"Going to bed so early? I think she just doesn't want to open the door for me." Xin Furong said, then turned around and patted on Xin Miaomiao's door. Xin Miaomiao was lying on the bed with her eyes closed, trembling slightly.

Xin Ziwen came over and looked at her worriedly. Seeing that she was breathing better, he breathed a sigh of relief. He got up and walked to the door, standing at the door, he was afraid that Xin Furong would break in.

But the relationship between Xin Furong and Xin Miaomiao was not good, she didn't intend to break the door, she patted outside twice, seeing that Xin Miaomiao had no intention of opening the door, she turned around and left after cursing twice in a low voice.

Hearing the footsteps of the two of them getting farther and farther away, Xin Ziwen was inexplicably relieved.

He turned his head, wanting to go back to the bed and look at Xin Miaomiao again, but he didn't want to turn his head and see Xin Miaomiao throwing something over him, and with a bang, it hit him on the forehead.

"Miaomiao..." Xin Ziwen covered his forehead and looked at Xin Miaomiao in disbelief.

Xin Miaomiao looked at him with a pale face, and tried her best to run to the door, but for some reason, the door couldn't be opened at the critical moment.

"Miao Miao? Were you just pretending?" Xin Ziwen asked, his tone a little dangerous. He looked at the warm liquid on his hands, and couldn't tell what he was feeling for a long time.

He didn't care about being injured or bleeding, but he cared about Xin Miaomiao's behavior of pretending to be sick and not letting him touch her.

Obviously, that Mo Ziqi could touch her and kiss her, but he was the elder brother who grew up with her, but he couldn't!

"Miao Miao, you forced me to do this!"